The Bad Guard With A Rifle.
The Bad Guard With A Rifle.
Thee fugitives batter'd suffering in thy bouts of thee guards,
caling forth ramparts of divinity to rain'th down to thy mercy hopes,
ancient wars destroy thy foes,with weapons drawn,
thy decreeds are ravish'd out,by thee guards, O' so brazen in thy yard,
everlasting infuriating all pondering freedom,hard to find a way to cope,
amid thy enormous madness of thy cage,thee guards adds to thy madness herein,with all thy braun,
thy commands drift to thy clouds of cries, fleck'd with thy chills e'er so charr'd,
enormous helmets and lifeblood of rifles cock'd,some end it all with a mere rope,
hurl'd from thou bars thy hammers attack with mountainous blows on,
thy guards thy demons are one in thee same,no one gets a passing card,
smash's all with massive wav's unleash'd, unwarrant'd power abus'd,seeking out perhaps thee pope,
to thy galleys with thy insolent below,thoughts are now what happen'd to saint John,
those without a voice,welcome to thy world of thee discard,
penalties pour quick in thy trident of ledges beneath thy eyes of shadows,wishing for a final tope,
longing for a simple prospect of peace,understanding now what tis like to be a lonely pawn,
thy guards create resounding calamities to quivering flesh in thous belly scarr'd,
O'for e'er banish'd to thee lower of airs,widespread terrifying scope,
unspeakable storms carri'd to a new level of fearful spawn,
no limits to thee harasses in thy empires troubl'd savagery fore'er marr'd,
thy guards take aim,comrades fall,wick'd is thou slope,
evil beasts bristling reports to fits thy means,no one to call on,
more arrive, not knowing yet! shall find out soon about this here canard,
Thy guards will soon show thee new,smiling,jokes a mass, while passing out thee soap,
thee dishevel'd place where thous now resides upon,
O' human voices with screams aloud,e'en thee old timers are some what jarr'd,
bring down thee ignorant vast with power at hand,let'st em know 'tis like to walk down thy stope,
by sword or word this evil shall be brought to light,back to thy high celestial salon,
a light that shall shine away all thy evils within these horrors of herein guards.
Steve.D.Hammond.
The Bad Guard With A Rifle.
The Bad Guard With A Rifle.
Thee fugitives batter'd suffering in thy bouts of thee guards,
caling forth ramparts of divinity to rain'th down to thy mercy hopes,
ancient wars destroy thy foes,with weapons drawn,
thy decreeds are ravish'd out,by thee guards, O' so brazen in thy yard,
everlasting infuriating all pondering freedom,hard to find a way to cope,
amid thy enormous madness of thy cage,thee guards adds to thy madness herein,with all thy braun,
thy commands drift to thy clouds of cries, fleck'd with thy chills e'er so charr'd,
enormous helmets and lifeblood of rifles cock'd,some end it all with a mere rope,
hurl'd from thou bars thy hammers attack with mountainous blows on,
thy guards thy demons are one in thee same,no one gets a passing card,
smash's all with massive wav's unleash'd, unwarrant'd power abus'd,seeking out perhaps thee pope,
to thy galleys with thy insolent below,thoughts are now what happen'd to saint John,
those without a voice,welcome to thy world of thee discard,
penalties pour quick in thy trident of ledges beneath thy eyes of shadows,wishing for a final tope,
longing for a simple prospect of peace,understanding now what tis like to be a lonely pawn,
thy guards create resounding calamities to quivering flesh in thous belly scarr'd,
O'for e'er banish'd to thee lower of airs,widespread terrifying scope,
unspeakable storms carri'd to a new level of fearful spawn,
no limits to thee harasses in thy empires troubl'd savagery fore'er marr'd,
thy guards take aim,comrades fall,wick'd is thou slope,
evil beasts bristling reports to fits thy means,no one to call on,
more arrive, not knowing yet! shall find out soon about this here canard,
Thy guards will soon show thee new,smiling,jokes a mass, while passing out thee soap,
thee dishevel'd place where thous now resides upon,
O' human voices with screams aloud,e'en thee old timers are some what jarr'd,
bring down thee ignorant vast with power at hand,let'st em know 'tis like to walk down thy stope,
by sword or word this evil shall be brought to light,back to thy high celestial salon,
a light that shall shine away all thy evils within these horrors of herein guards.
Steve.D.Hammond.